Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2008 15:55:11 -0800 (PST)
From: Master Terra D
Subject: New Assignment
Ted couldn't believe his new assignment.
Population 8,700, in the sticks, with the sound of banjo music
faintly playing in the background. What the hell would a terrorist be doing
in this area?
That's right. Some drug connection, or gensing, or...it just seemed
so pointless. Why would a Navy Seal need to be doing undercover work in
po-dunkville?
Oh, that's right. He'd mouthed off one too many times.
He walked into the rental house. Plain. Dull. Bordering on
small. Furnished.
An hour later, Ted had his sheets on the bed, his plates in the
cupboard, and some other stuff placed. He'd venture out in a bit and find
the farm he was to investigate as a nature photographer.
Unfortunately, he didn't have good directions, and by nightfall
he'd returned to the house disappointed.
He checked out the local bars. Skanks. He thought he'd get lucky
with the one who spoke a few 2-syllable words, until he caught her in the
light and saw too many missing teeth.
"Barkeep, what is the deal around here?" Ted asked the bartender at
close.
"New in town?" the bartender Ben asked.
"Yeah, I'm living over on Clover Street. I went out today to shoot
some nature shots, but I can't find anything," Ted said. "But it's the
women. They're gross."
"Pretty slim pickings, if you're choosey. Most guys round these
parts aren't," Ben replied.
"You're kidding? Wow. So, what do people do around here for fun?"
Ted inquired.
"Sex, usually. Go out to a creek and get plowed, um, drunk; well,
then plowed, too," Ben chuckled. "Drink and go to church. Amen."
Ted took a second look at Ben. The guy couldn't have been more than
25, dark haired, about 6', average build. Ted was in great shape as a Navy
Seal, standing 6'3" tall, a slightly bulky swimmers build. He shaved almost
every where since he was a swimmer, something he'd considered pursuing
professionally, but he'd decided to serve his country. He kept his dark
brown hair at just regulation. He noticed Ben's hair wasn't regulation;
locks of it hung into his eyes.
Ted noticed "regulation" on others all the time.
"Sex, drinking and church. What a combination," Ted observed.
"You're telling me. Nothing like serving a minister drinks and
watching him go home with any of the town sluts, then knowing he's
delivering a sermon in the morning," Ben said.
"Really? I guess I expected that stereotypical small town life,"
Ted sighed, standing to leave.
"Well, compared to what? As far as I know, this has always been
small town life. Just different kinds of sins from the city," Ben teased.
"I guess it's just different degrees," Ted said. "I'm heading
home."
"If I can be of any help, you know where to find me," Ben said.
Ted got better directions and started his stake out of
terror. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary. The farmer seemed like a
farmer. So did his wife. So did his daughter. So did his son.
Weeks passed into months. Ted worked with the local sheriff, and
reported weekly to his superior, but there was nothing going on. His
photography skills were improving, and he'd started working part-time with
a local professional photographer, Dave.
Ted was driving out to a farm for a photography assignment. A local
farmer had wanted to get some pictures taken for his wife for Valentine's
Day, and had actually planned early. He wanted pictures taken with fall
foliage all around. Harvest had just wrapped up. Ted had met a lot of the
natives.
They weren't all toothless and banjo-picking; in fact, barely any
of them were.
Howard Clurk actually had a masters in political science, and had
been the mayor before moving out of town. The 40-something farmer was in
great shape, and the pictures Ted had seen revealed a beautiful wife, too.
"Hi, Howard. How's it going?" Ted greeted the former mayor. They'd
met a few days before at the studio.
"Hey, Ted! It's great. We just got the bins filled with corn, and
everyone's gone for the day," Howard said. "Jillian's gone to the city to
do some shopping."
"Great! So where were you wanting the pictures taken?" Ted asked.
"There's a meadow in the back 40 with this great oak tree. We can
load your equipment in the truck and head out," Howard said.
The pair loaded Ted's photography equipment in Howard's truck and
head out. Howard stood at just 6', light brown hair, dark features, and
what appeared to be a great build.
Ted and Howard had discussed the shoot in depth a few days ago, so
Ted figured the shoot wouldn't last more than an hour. Howard had a couple
of sets of clothes he'd wear for the pictures, and he'd assured Ted the
spot would be perfect for light.
Howard was right.
Howard popped the cowboy hat on and Ted started taking
pictures. Howard was decked out in full cowboy gear, and even had a horse
waiting in the meadow. After the cowboy gear shoot was done, Howard hit the
horse on the rear and it headed home.
Howard started changing clothes as Ted loaded the camera with more
film. Ted figured the farmer could be a model if he wanted. When he peeled
his shirt off, Howard's chest showed the definition of a working man,
natural muscles. Ted turned to pick up a lens from the back of the truck
bed. When he turned back, Howard was naked.
"Um, Mr. Clurk, what's going on?" Ted asked, frozen in place.
"I want some nude shots to give my wife. You guys have in-studio
developing, right?" Howard inquired, leaning against the oak tree, tipping
his cowboy hat down across his eyes.
Ted was grateful. He knew he was staring. Hell, anyone
would. Howard was hung. At least a foot of dick was hanging between the
farmer's hairy, marbled legs, two tree trunks, joined by a third.
"Uh, yes, we have in-studio developing," Ted spoke, kind of slowly.
"I know we didn't discuss that, and I'd like you to handle
everything, understand?" Howard stated, pushing the hat brim up, and making
eye contact with Ted.
"I don't think that will be a problem, Howard," Ted said. "We can
shoot this on a separate roll of film. Dave won't even know about it."
"Ted, my face is up here," Howard joked.
Ted blushed. He was staring. He couldn't help it. He'd never seen
any guy's dick that hung.
"Don't be embarrassed. Everyone stares. Well, everyone that's seen
it," Howard boasted. "Jillian almost wouldn't marry me. She didn't want to
have sex before marriage, but I insisted she at least see it.
"She did think about it, but we got married. She loves it. Most
do."
"Most?"
Howard paused. He'd said just a bit too much.
"Well, I do like sex. And she's not here all the time," Howard
shuffled his feet. "Shit, Ted, I'd appreciate if you'd be discrete about
that."
"Ben told me sex was the pastime around these parts," Ted chuckled,
lifting the camera to start shooting.
"Bartender Ben?" Howard asked. "He's pretty good."
Ted took a trial shot, then directed Howard into a pose.
"Yeah, Ben's an all-right guy," Ted said. "He helped me arrange my
house when the landlord replaced my furniture. He's shown me around the
area."
"Gives a great blow job, too," Howard said, standing with his legs
apart, in a sort of parade rest, a pose that showed off his dangling
member.
"Huh?" Ted was taken off guard.
"Crap."
Ted clicked a picture in the awkward silence.
Ted was a little uneasy. He didn't have an opinion of gays. He
certainly hadn't planned on dealing with that here.
"I'm not meaning to put you off," Howard said. "Why don't you come
back tomorrow and we'll finish this?"
"No. I just wasn't expecting to discuss your...sexual life,
Howard," Ted blushed. "Most people, I just take their pictures."
"As long as your okay with it, then let's get these pictures done,"
Howard encouraged. He leaned against the tree.
For the next few minutes, Howard struck poses, Ted suggested
adjustments and pictures were taken. Howard planned to create a portfolio
for Jillian. "What a Valentine's Day gift!" Ted thought.
Howard laid a quilt by the tree trunk and sat down, his back
against it.
He started stroking his cock.
"Howard?" Ted said.
"I want some pictures of me at attention, Ted," the farmer said,
continuing to jack his dick. "Wait `til I get harder."
Ted was entranced, watching the farmer stroke his cock. Howard's
tree-trunk legs were splayed, their hairy legs forming a focal point for
Ted. Ted followed those legs to the point between them, but found himself
wondering more about Howard's pucker than his pecker.
"Like what you see?" Howard asked, letting a pre-cum coated finger
wander below his balls.
"I've just never really looked," Ted stammered, and blushed. He
wasn't grossed out, but he was embarrassed to not be embarrassed.
"You like eatin' pussy, Ted?" Howard asked, scooting forward so his
hole was more visible. "I like natural pussy."
"I like pussy, natural or manicured," Ted bragged.
"Mine's natural," Howard purred, using his fingers to part the
hairs, revealing his puckered pussy. Ted was mesmerized, and without
realizing it, had inched closer and closer to Howard's crotch while Howard
had scooting toward Ted, Howard finally resting on his back, his legs
pulled back.
"Go ahead and have a taste of my pussy," Howard whispered.
Ted leaned in just a bit and took a tentative lap of Howard's
pucker, then another, and another.
"Yeah, eat my pussy, Ted. Tongue guck my pussy; work that mouth
muscle in that twat," Howard encouraged. He was careful to call it a
pussy. He'd seduced many men by making sure the men thought of everything
in female terms.
"Fuck, that feels good, Ted. Eat it," Howard moaned, continuing to
stroke his dick.
Ted took some initiative, Howard's legs resting on his shoulders;
Ted pushed Howard back a bit, rolling the farmer on his shoulder
blades. Howard used the position to guide Ted's hands to Howard's firm
pecs.
"Play with my titties while you eat my pussy, stud," Howard
drawled. Ted hadn't even noticed Howard had let his hairy nuts rest on
Ted's forehead. He was busy diving into the tight hole, trying to pry it
open with his tongue, and partially succeeding. Howard nudged the hand from
his right tit. "Work a finger in there."
Ted's middle finger on his left hand was soon two knuckles deep
into Howard, who was gentling, but firmly, guiding Ted upward to Howard's
lonely right nipple. "Suck."
Ted did, like sucking on a woman's boob; Howard's was much firmer,
more muscle. Howard loved it, being fingered and tit sucked. Ted was a
handsome man, in his late twenties or early thirties, a great body. Howard
was curious to see how great a body.
At present, Ted was still fully clothed, and Howard was butt naked.
A hand guided Ted's chin upward, close to Howard's face. The two
kissed, a wet, sloppy, passionate kiss, full of sexual tension. Ted was
fingering Howard's shit hole, tweaking a nipple and kissing the farmer.
Ted broke the kiss, pulling back, but only a few inches.
"Wanna fuck my pussy, Ted?" Howard challenged.
"Yeah," Ted growled.
"Sweet!" Howard propelled Ted onto his back. "Let me get yer dick
ready."
Before Ted knew what was happening, Howard had Ted stripped, his
shirt completely off and his jeans down around his ankles. Howard had
backed Ted up against the oak tree, and was licking Ted's hot abs.
Ted's 8-inch dick was at attention, straining for the wet warmth of
Howard's oral cavern. Ted appreciated Howard's active role, not laying
there like most women he picked up. Howard wrapped a piece of lasso around
Ted's left wrist. Howard had used the lasso as a prop earlier to tie his
own privates.
When Ted moved his right hand to the back of Howard's head, Howard
guided the hand back to the tree. "Let me prep you, Ted. I know what I'm
doing," Howard assured, looping the lasso around Ted's right wrist.
Howard leaned back from Ted's crotch, resting on his knees, and
gave the lasso a tug, pulling Ted's arms back around the tree.
"Nice."
"Howard, what are you doing?"
"No offense, Ted, but first-timers can be awkward."
Howard spit on Ted's cock a few times, then squatted over the Navy
Seals dick, then stood.
Howard reached down and removed Ted's shoes, socks and jeans, then
noticed the dog tags around Ted's neck.
"You're a damn fine man," Howard complimented. "I like my men hot."
He gently removed the dog tags from Ted's neck, and in a deft move,
wrapped Ted's privates in a double cock-ring fashion. He spit on Ted's cock
some more.
"I love military dick," Howard said, squatting again over the
now-naked Military man. Howard held Ted's cock so Howard's ass crack could
grind over the tip, his crack hairs petting the crown, milking precum from
the stiff staff of the Seal.
Ted was tied, but panting, anxious for the offered pussy.
"When's the last time you got some pussy, Ted?" Howard asked,
nestling his shitter on Ted's cock.
"Not since I got here. Get that pussy on my cock, Howard," Ted
demanded.
Howard sat, impaling himself on the Navy Seal's rod. Ted's face
realized what he was doing just as Howard descended. When Ted said
"Howard", his brain realized he was having sex with a man, having eaten his
shitter, sucked his pecks, and fingered Howard's ass. Howard knew it, and
got on that cock before Ted could react.
Tight, damn tight! Ted's mind popped. He'd never had his dick in
anything that great, so smooth, warm, tight, working his cock, no chick had
ever ridden his dick like that. Ted wanted to reach forward and play with
Howard's tits, but the lasso held his hands back.
Ted suddenly saw Howard pumping his ass up and down Ted's cock. His
cock was up a man's ass. And it felt good. Maybe better than pussy, but
Howard kept saying it was pussy. Ted's hips reflexively rose, shoving the
military mast deeper into Howard's hole.
"Yeah, fuck my pussy, stud. Pound that hole," Howard begged,
pushing down, tracing his fingers over Ted's sweat-glistening abs and
chest, diverting the salty juice. "Piston that pucker."
Ted did as dusk approached. Howard leaned in and kissed Ted
again. Howard enjoyed the warmth filling his ass as Ted unleashed a torrent
of sperm deep in the farmer's rectum. Howard slipped his tongue in the
military man's mouth as Ted's orgasm waned. Howard rose from Ted's dick,
cum dripping from his hairy hole. Cum dripped onto Ted's abs, then his
chest, as Howard stroked his massive member, precum continually pouring
from the tip onto Ted's face.
Ted just looked up, the cock heaving in Howard's hand, pulsing with
energy, then expelling it's load, raining down on Ted's face, showering his
hunky features with cum, jism, sperm, junk.
Howard reached down, smearing the cum with his cock, then massaging
it into Ted's face with his fingers. Howard left Ted tied, cum drying on
his face.
Ted closed his eyes and rest, luxuriating in the feel of an awesome
orgasm.
A flash broke him from his revelry.
"Say `Cum facial'," Howard teased, clicking off a few more frames.
"Since it's the end of my role, they're all yours, Ted."
Howard took the dog tags from Ted's nuts and cock, and loosened the
lasso.
"I think we're done, Ted. If you're not doing anything tomorrow
night, Jillian's not home for a day or two," Howard said, dressing and
packing equipment in the back of the truck.
Ted started to wipe his face.
"Let that dry, stud. No one's going to notice if you're headed
straight home," Howard said. "Here's my cell number. Give me a call for
tomorrow. My pussy likes your military member."
Howard drove Ted back to the farmhouse. "I'll see you tomorrow,
Ted. Have the pictures done."
Howard licked the right side of Ted's face. "Let it dry, stud. Let
it dry."
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